Yesterday was a sad day at OPA, not that any of YOU would know anything about it. OPA bid a fond farewell to a Mr. Craig Freeman yesterday, April 20, 2005. I alone was here to partake of a celebratory J-Dawg with our longtime friend, and shook his hand as he left into the wide world to seek his fortune.
Sometimes there's a man, I won't say a hero, cause, what's a hero? Sometimes there's a man. And I'm talkin' about the the Craigster here. Sometimes, there's a man, well, he's the man for his time and place. He fits right in there. And that's the Craigster. The Craigster from Orem, UT. Sometimes there's a man, sometimes, there's a man. Well, I lost my train of thought here.
Craig's tenure at OPA was marked by mirth and frivolity. It was a sad day for OPA, a day in which none of you participated in. You are all terrible people, particularly Holly Raymond. Please, spare me your bullcrap excuses of finals. FINALS SCHMINALS! We're talking about a man here. A man who loved professional wrestling. A man who lived in Guatemala with Don Forsyth and Rich Allen. A man who was one of us, a friend, dare I say a hero.
For SHAME!!!!!! boo, BOO, BOO!!! So bow down to her if you want, bow to academia. Bow to the Queen of Slime, the Queen of Filth, the Queen of Putrescence. Boo. Boo. Rubbish. Filth. Slime. Muck. Boo. Boo. Boo.
1 comment:
Way to rip us all new ones. I am now a more horrible person than I was before.
Is there a glyph for "shame"? If so, it belongs on my forehead.
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